Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.